Morning Story

Running, jumping, pushing it's way
Morning nighttime blends into day
Can't find curtains to shut it away
We were alone in the hills of the night
Now the neon dawn let's in the light
And the Milkman that nobody knows
Leaves bottles of tears
At the house full of laughter
Nobody ever hears

O the grass is burned black
By the ships coming back from the stars, golden stars
Sea turned to steam
When we boiled the dream of tomorrow, tomorrow

When it gets light
Some of them always stay
She's dressed in white
Till then smoke turns her grey